Brianna Corbetta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

She’s a loudmouth too—screamin’ at inmates, “Suck it, losers!”—pure chaos. “Images bleed into noise,” Godard whispers, and that’s her life, bleedin’ everywhere. Once caught her shaggin’ a lowlife in solitary—balls on her, eh? Pissed me off, but I laughed, couldn’t help it. She’s a fuckin’ hurricane—whore, mate, she’d eat yer soul and spit it out. Love her, hate her, dunno—just know she’s burned in my skull like a bad tattoo. What a dame!

Dove si trova Corbetta

After wranglin’ the sheep, I finally get to shear. It’s hot, and I’m sweatin’ like crazy. But hey, the sheep are lookin’ good, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to impress a girl at the bar on Via Cavour. Spoiler: it didn’t go well. He ended up spillin’ his drink all over her. Classic Marco!

Mattia Corbetta